An Orc`s Biography: Lugrub-gro-Bokshn, ummm...this is my first time to write a story,,,so enjoy! Options

[ureniashtram]

Hi! Im ureniashtram,this is my first time to post a new story around here..so comments and crits are welcome.. A bit of my grammar maybe wrong so tell me if im mistaken so i can clean it up later.. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 : The Night Of The Daedra

"They are coming!"said the man in rags. The other refugees hiding in the tavern just cuddled up to each other in fear, panic or just taking advantage on the situation, Lugrub did not want know.

"Calm yourself, them puny Daedra are no match for Lugrub`s axe. Too bad Despair Pleaser got broken." an Orc, clad in Imperial Legion Armor tried to calm them by cursing the demons. That did little to ease the panic and Fear on their hearts. Growling in frustration, he kicked off the door and rushed at the field of battle. A figure also followed him, but like a phantom, Lugrub never noticed.

The field near the Chapel was beaming with activity. Mainly; Killing, Destroying and Maiming. Lugrub smiled insanely, the corner of his green lips reaching his ears. Letting out a battlecry, Lugrub charged at the fray with his Axe raised.

The nearest Dremora charged at Lugrub, mace leading the way. Lugrub narrowed his eyes and sent a demonic glare at the Dremora. That stopped him in his tracks by Fear.

The orc gripped his axe tightly, and waiting for the right time, threw it with strength that could make many Nords cry in jealousy. The hit severed the Dremora's head, and decapitated two more before the Axe found itself on the chest of a Dremora Valkynaz.

"Raarrgghh! Get the mortal's head! Grunfrak demands it!" the Valkynaz roared and cursed Lugrub for his pain, while the Dremoras and Scamps obeyed immediately. A few seconds later, the Valkyn had body torn in half by an Axe thrown by Lugrub.

As they charged at the Orc, they failed to notice eight Kvatch archers and a tall bosmer stand from their hiding spot. Many Daedra were dead before they knew what hit them.

A dread silence passed, and they felt the ground shook violently.

"Mehrunes himself has came to play! How nice!" the Orc cackled wildly while picking up a Daedric shield and Mace. Before they could react, two fireballs flew past the laughing orc and exploded upon impact on the Chapel. Several stories of cement and bricks rained down on the Imperial Guards. They were crushed like bugs.

A great shadow suddenly covered the field, silencing it with awe. A caterpillar like machine, with a large fiery hole on it's front, dwarfed the entire field if not Kvatch itself. It sent two fireballs at Lugrub, who managed to dodge on time. The guards raised their shields, in attempt to protect themselves. A few minutes passed and nothing happened.

"What is happening?"

"The..Machine..its not firing!"

"We have defeated them!"

All of the guards cheered, like they won. But this is just beggining. Raising their swords in air, they whooped and celebrated in what they thought a major victory.

"Renius,go to the chapel and see if there any survivors. " ordered a man with a bandana on his head. He wore the typical garb of the Kvatch Guards, or what's left of it at least.

"I appreciate the help you two, but get back to the chapel help Renius anyway you can."

"Ha! Lugrub do not wish to help, but fight! You Imperials are weak!" roared Lugrub.

A chuckle erupted from behind, and an unnaturally tall bosmer appeared. He wore a typical huntsman attire, with silver arrows and an iron bow slinged on his shoulders.

"All muscle, no brains." commented the Wood-Elf. The orc reached for a stone threw it at the snickering Elf. It hit straight on the face, with his mouth bleeding.

"Can't you come out here and show me that ridiculously powerful Orchish muscle of yours?"

"That's just the beginning, pal come here. I'll have you arrested because of your attitude!"

"This is not the time to be squablling! Go to the chapel and help Renius!"yelled the Captain to the two men arguing.

"..just having a little fun..Ok, then." said Menathil with a mocking tone. Nearly there, the Machine again fired and caught, ironically, the guards off guard.

"Agh!"

"Prepare yourselves!"

"Where are the Gods when we need them?!" all of the guards are now panicking and their morale lost.

Menathil and Lugrub looked and was shocked when the Machine, was shooting fire balls to them. "Run!" the elf yelled, sprinting for the door of the Chapel like a man who lost his wife.

"Orc, lookout!"and when Lugrub looked up he saw the very chapel falling to him. "C'mon, don't you stand there, come here!"ordered a young Imperial. Lugrub looked to the direction of the voice, and saw a guard running to him.

"Wha-"

An explosve sound erupted and Lugrub thought he was dead but when he opened his eyes,he was alive. He looked around him thinking he could thank the imperial but saw no one.

"Imperial where ar-" he was surprised that the bloody head of the Imperial was right beneath the debris.

"This is no time to mourn Orc, let's go!" Menathil shouted, while making a gesture with his hands to 'come here'. Lugrub suddenly felt pain on his head. Reaching up to touch his throbbing head, he fainted.

"Orc, Orc!"then all was black. Menatil tried all of his might to removed the debris that buried Lugrub. And after a few minutes, he finally recovered the bloody and injured body of the arrogant Orc.

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All right folks thats chapter 1 ill add more later-ureniashtram.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Apr 9 2010, 10:55 PM

[ureniashtram]

Wow, a first comment on my least known story. I very much appreciate it Cap'tn, thanks. Anywhoo, here's an update. Enjoy.



Chapter 3: Light Through Darkness




Lugrub and the others almost vomitted when they laid there eyes upon the throne room or what is left of it. Fire, blood, bodies and wreckage are everywhere. But the most gruesome and demonic thing they saw was at the throne in front of them. The count has his head cut off and someone or something placed it on his hands.

The Counts body is standing upright, with his clothes made of innards of human and mer alike. Two guards was sent by the Captain to the living quarters and did not return in five minutes. Getting worried, the Captain, Varinel and Lugrub made their way to the living quarters only to hear screams of terror and pain behind them. The trio turned around in unison and they did not like what they saw.

Xivilais, Dremora and an unknown demonic creature were killing the soldiers that they left in the main hall. The demonic creature worried Lugrub the most. Two guards swinged their swords at the demon, only to find it broken when the swords connected.

The demon grabbed a broken pillar by one of its hands and crushed the two unfortunate soldiers. Lugrub froze in terror when he finally saw what the creatures appearance is.

The creature is almost fifteen feet tall and its hooves seemed to be clawed. Horns are formed in the creatures forehead and its eyes are fiery yellow. The creature's skin is red and it's body is very muscular and spikes are forming on its back.

"By Akatosh, what kind of twisted Daedra is t.th..that?" asked the trembling Captain to Varinel, who seems disgusted by the creature.

"Just what I thought. So that's why I felt a demonic aura in the air. That, Imperial, is a vile Gnasherhusk. It is said in tales that Lorkhan himself created those things before his demise. At first, it wanders the various Realms of Oblivion to find a suitable host. Then, if its lucky, it enters the mortal realm and it will lay waste to us until it's host is either exorcised or killed. It is said that one Gnasherhusk faced the legendary Pelinal Whitestrake and almost killed him. "

"Wha..what host? Who is so unfortunate enough to be that twisted creature's host? A..and that creature is supposed to be that powerful?" yelped Lugrub to the calm Salache(High Elf in Ayeleid). At first the Altmer looked melancholic, but finally said;

"Menatil. And yes, that creature is very powerful. Careful, be cautious." and with that, Varinel unleashed a barrage of frozen shards at the Daedric group.

It killed all of them, but the Gnasherhusk seemed to be unaffected. The creature let out a vile scream that can break the morale of an army and ran towards the high elf.

After seeing the high elf a few feet away, it lunged itself towards him, only to be tackled by Lugrub and the captain.

The Gnasherhusk seemed to be stunned by Lugrub's tackle, and seeing the oppurtunity, Lugrub tried to bury his axe at the Gnasherhusk's head.

But demonic creature evaded it and kicked Lugrub that sent the orc flying. The captain, now alone, swinged his sword in overhead slash that injured the arm of the Gnasherhusk.

The captain then tried to stab the creature, only to find himself being grabbed by the Gnasherhusk. The creature threw the Imperial towards a spiked debris and the captain's upper torso was shredded to bloody pieces.

The Gnasherhusk turned to the High elf only to see a very powerful fireball directed at its head. When the magically enhanced fire connected, the Gnasherhusk's head flew a few feet away from it's now falling body. When the Gnasherhusk's body hit the floor, a red mist engulfed it's whole body. After the mist has cleared, Menatil's headless body emerged.

The Gnasherhusk has been finally casted out to the fiery pits of Oblivion.

Lugrub finally stood up and saw Menatil's dead body. He walked towards it and said something that the Salache could not hear. He then walked towards the Altmer, and the orc said;

"Elf, what are we going to do now? This city now lies in ruins and with no Count, Kvatch will surely be a haven for bandits and the like."

''You're right, dark one. I suppose you should be in charge and turn this city into worshipping Mehrunes Dagon." Lugrub was speechless. He never could have thought that Varinel knew what he had done.

"Wh..what are you talking..about."

"Do not play dumfounded with me, orc. You accepted Dagon's offer to be his thrall for the rest of your pitiful, worthless life. The Emperor said this to me before he is assasinated!"

"What am I supposed to do, steal the power of Akatosh to bring back time so I can decline Dagon's offer? Besides, Dagon said He would make me a Vessel Of Destruction. No one could ever refuse that offer, even if He is a Daedric Prince." Now that Lugrub said this, Varinel seemed disgusted and angry at the orc, but Lugrub did not mind. And when Lugrub opened his mouth to say something, an unknown element forced Lugrub to say;

"But are you not one of Meridia's Lifereaver, High elf? You accepted Her own Offer so you can be powerful then you ever could imagine. But at the cost of your life. You and me are the same, Lifereaver." Varinel was suprised when Lugrub said this. Nonetheless Varinel retorted with;

"I accepted Meridia's Offer...to be the...Light through Darkness."

To be continued.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Apr 10 2010, 12:41 AM